Ava POV I gasp for air, and I feel another kick in my stomach and I cry in pain. I can't stop crying and the pain gets worse with time. I look up and see my dad. He grabs me by my hair and punches me in my face. I feel blood fall out of my nose and the pain comes shooting through me. I start to shake and crawl towards the door. " Where are you going, you slut. " he slurs. I feel him grab my legs and he pulls me back. My face is on the ground and my back is facing him. NO! Not again. I feel him grab my shorts and starts to pull them down. After they are off I try moving out of his hard grasps. But it was no use, he begins to pull down my underwear. His hands squeeze my hips, making sure I am still. I began to cry harder. I feel him …show more content…
It was just a nightmare, it was just a nightmare. I hold the blanket up to my chest, pulling my legs up rocking back and forth. I can't have these nightmares again. I quiver and just stay like that for an hour, until it is time to go to work. I get up from the bed removing the warmth covers from my body. I walk to my closet and open the door. Grabbing my fuzzy light green sweater and a pale blue collared shirt. Along with dark grey trousers, and a pair of black pointed toe pumps. I put them on and fix my hair into a ponytail. I decided to wear this because it doesn't show that much skin. And it feels comfortable. I grab my wallet and phone from my black modern dresser. I turn not bothering to look at my reflection in the mirror, knowing my face is puffy and red from crying. I leave the apartment and decide to walk home. My thoughts go back to the nightmare, which I can't forget. The thing that brings me out of my thought are a screeching sound which comes from tires. I look up at the car which speeds towards me. I take a step back, and the car pulls up by the curb. The door opens to the black SUV and people come out. I get a bad feeling in my stomach and turn to run, but run into a chest. I look up and see another guy. He has dirty blonde hair and sharp features. His jawline is sharp, and he has a square face. He wears only an expensive suit. I try moving back, but he grabs me by my arms and drags me to the car. I began to panic and I …show more content…
I sit up in the bed feeling an arm tighten around me. I began to panic noticing Cole next to me, the light of the moon casting a glow on his face, showing me it is him. I try to remove Cole's arm and he tightens his hold more. I notice him not wearing a shirt and only grey sweats. I start to move my legs around, while my hands began to pull on Cole's arm trying to release his grip. Cole wakes up and that is when I stop moving. I stare at him as he gets up in a sitting position, and claps his hands in the air. The lights come on and I look around, taking in the massive bedroom. I take in the beauty of the colors, which are white and black. The walls are white, the marble floor a black, and the objects as well are black. Ava turns her head to Cole, and I quickly get out of the bed, and run towards the door. I Cole jolts up coming after me and before the door even open half way he slammed it. He pushes me against the door and looks at me with blazing lustful eyes. I move quickly around him and he turns around me walking towards me. I take a few steps back wanting to put as much distance between us. He takes a step forward and I take one back. We do this until I fall on the large comfy bed. He comes on top of me and grabs my wrist. He puts them above my head and
I was interupted by a man who cleared his throat. I turned around to see what was going on, he growled so I turned back around. I was now terrified. I noticed that my father had fallen to the back of the pack I was curious as to why he did such a thing. I was finding the trip very difficult as my legs hurt when I took a step. I heard the same man clear his throat I looked behind me and I saw his machete unsheathed and raised in the air, I knew this was not going to end well for me. The man slashed at me with his machete. The pot I was holding fell and broke. I was running to my father and while I was doing so I cried, “My father, they have killed me!” as approached him Okonkow, my father slashed at me with his machete.
...e red lady blows a light, grayish puff of smoke in my direction and my eyes begin to twitch. My two brown eyelids flutter awake, and I slowly become aware of my surroundings. It is a late night in the city, and I can hear the streetlight buzzing above me. I roll onto my stomach and find the little girl in the same state as I had earlier, coughing incessantly. My stomach growls, and the car tires circle rhythmically on the warm, wet pavement. I awake from one nightmare, and continue to combat the real struggles in my life.
His screams are getting louder, I screamed with fear and desperately hoping that someone would save me. I screamed one more time hoping someone will come and help me.
Turning into a parking space at my apartment complex, I’m thankful my boyfriend isn’t through with classes yet. It’s only the early afternoon, so I have several hours before he will be back and before I have to somehow break the news. My mind is still swirling from the information and I’m overwhelmed with many emotions. How could something like this have happened to me? One terrible night has transpired into a nightmare that I don’t think I can ever get past. I turn the key to my door and sluggishly drag myself to my room, where I collapse into my bed. The events of that
Next thing I knew I was literally soaring off the edge. Sliding down the hill head first, what a rush. Not knowing when I would stop or if I would ever get back on my feet. I see pure pain in my path and feel like just giving up. While sliding, I began to spin myself around with my feet facing down the hill.
I punched him as hard as my younger body could, and by pure chance I hit him right in his no-no square. He ran crying into the other room and I panicked. I ran outside and hid under my mom’s minivan. Someone came running out after me, they yelled my name dozens of times into the darkness. Soon others flooded through the doors, I could hear their muffled plans on how to find me. At that point I was afraid my parents would be mad at me for hiding from them and embarrassing them. About 15 mins have gone by since the punch occurred, I hid for 3 hours, we’re just getting started. At about 30 mins I heard the first sirens, now I was super scared, I knew that my parents were going to kill me for multiple reasons now. I knew I had to stick it out now and figure things out later, at this point an hour has gone by and I can hear my mom crying, talking to police officers, describing what I look like. Now before we get any further, I want to point out the fact that I can exaggerate the rest of this story but the truth is I fell asleep. I was six and it was about 12:30 am, which is like 2 full days for a teenager. The first time, some time later, It was my dog licking my face under the car, after that things get
We tip toed out of the room we were in and thought we would be caught but we weren’t. We were running out of the warehouse but we heard feet comings towards us so we hid behind the racks of dirty clothes. When we heard the footsteps go away we got out and searched to see where he went. I stopped dead and I was anxiously looking around so we could hide. We saw him in the room we were supposed to be in and he Screamed “ They left”! We went back to where we were hiding when we heard his footsteps once again we heard them fading so we got up and one of the floorboards creaked we were stuck and this was it. We heard his footsteps darting towards we his right behind a wall where he could clearly see us. But he was to focused on going to the room to even notice us. He was so furious he slammed the door closed to the room and we knew that was the perfect time to escape. We ran and ran but couldn’t find an exit we ran as fast as we could but he caught up I was so tired I was panting and my heart was beating as fast as a lightning bolt striking. We ran back to the center of the warehouse and saw Samantha all bloody laying down on the floor I knew we were in trouble so I began to cry. I fell down to my knees and stayed there until his voice was heard he yelled in a happy manner “ Haha I got you”. He then said “ I can’t believe you fell for this stupid game”. He came running after us with his huge body but we slid
WHAT IT IS - I trawled for a steakhouse along the dusky 46th street filled with snarling dogs hiding in the distance. Within a few steps into the street, the glow from the restaurant façade gave radiance to the darkness. A big recessed entrance with spotlighted signage could capture my interest and felt a growing curiosity how the food inside would taste like. This meat specialist seems quite ready to join the steak battle among the meat hunters in town. They apparently serve imported meat without hefty price tags.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened.
People have various emotions inside of themselves. Some individuals express their feelings and some do not, though experts say it’s best to express feelings. “Pent–up feelings –both positive and negative –can affect our own health […]” (Galea). People have ways to show their emotions. Individuals smile because they are happy, frown because they are mad and cry because they are sad, but are they sad? When hearing the term ‘cry’ an automatic belief pops up in a thought that something bad or sad has happened to the person, which the reason may be why they cry. Nevertheless, had that true, does the term “cry” only happens when something bad or sad has happened to us? Ever noticed when a couple get married, they cry, when they see their significant other knowing that they are going to be in love forever. This is similar to when families cry when they see their beloved ones come back home from their duty from the service, or when a pair of people meet their children for the first time whether if it’s a newborn baby or when they meet their adoptive child. The word “cry” doesn’t just mean that sadness or in pain is present, it also means that because happiness is present. Happiness can also cause individuals to cry. The term "cry"
Slowly I open my heavy eyes and take in the scene around me. Laying on a bed of cold tiles, I’m shivering. A foul smelling stench is filling my nostrils and I can feel a residue of foam on the corner of my dry lips. On the floor beside me lies the cause of the smell, I’m lying in a puddle of my own vomit. My body feels as though it is full of lead, unable to move, unwilling to. I’m tired and my eyes are too heavy to keep open, closing them I start to wonder, where am I? What day it is? How did I get here? These questions start swirling around in my head, repeating themselves over and over again, haunting me. Opening my eyes I see that god damn bathtub beside me, it’s dated pink colour and clashes horribly with the baby blue hexagon tiles on the walls around it. The longer I stare at the tub the further away it seems to move, filled with curiosity, I stare at the moving tub for what seems like eternity. It’s like I’m Alice falling down that rabbit hole, the ground I’m lying on feels as though it’s swallowing me up, the further the bath tub moves away, the further down that hole I fall. Then I see a face, it’s his face, it flashes before my eyes and I don’t know if I’m dreaming or if he is really here but looking into those crystal blue eyes gives me sense of comfort. The tub stops moving, ground underneath me becomes solid again and no longer feel as though I’m falling. Staring into his eyes I become lost in them, I like knew I could from the first moment I saw him three years ago.
“People cry not because they are weak. It is because they have been strong for too long.”(Johnny Depp)